Well the ice man's mule,
is parked outside the bar;
The man with missing fingers,
plays a strange guitar;
And the German dwarf,
dances with the butcher's son;
And tonight a little rain,
never hurt no one.

Well they're dancing on the roof,
and the cieling's coming down;
And I sleep with my shovel,
and my leather gloves;
And a little trouble,
makes it worth the going;
And a little rain,
never hurt no one.

Oh the world is round,
and I'll go 'round;
You must risk something,
that matters;
Oh my hands are strong,
I'll take him and him;
If it's worth the goin',
it's worth the ride.

She was fifteen years old,
and she'd never seen the ocean;
She climbed into a van,
with a vagabond;
And the last thing she said,
was "I love you more";
And a little rain,
never hurt no one.

And a little rain,
never hurt no one.